Winter '08
Age: 22
Status: WTF
After CF camp of the previous year, finally got into a group of friends that i actually can work with ease, with my own style and still get good marks on group assignments. Was happy.
Unfortunately (or fortunate, it's a double-edged sword), things took the worst of turns, being fragile inside and illogically flawed in the brains (men have two heads, and one is almost zero efficiency when comes to rational thinking), made some really bad decisions.
Cost me health (though some still speculate it's because i cut my hair till an unacceptable (short) length), friends, worth and hope. Was the worst of times, was the turning point in uni life.
True friends remained, acquaintances wore colored glasses and people hear what they wanna hear.
Life got simpler. "Friends", deleted. Good riddance.
Swore off certain relationships. Got back into the system, had my best semester ever.
Life was slightly better.
Christmas, cut hair, fell sick a week, WTF.
"Traded your worth for these scars, for your only company." - Simon, Lifehouse.
-Fading Away-
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